About 10 years ago mother helped with a premature baby goat which was about the size of a cat. She would get up during the night and nurse it with a bottle.

My parents didn't want her (Bernice's mother) to live alone. It just seemed to be the natural place to live for all of us, and we wouldn't dream of living anywhere else.

Our doors were open to everybody, and my friends still remember coming to ride the horses or play hide and seek in the barn. And she's a wonderful cook.